Laying Mu Huiqing down on the bed inside the room, Fang Ren imdiately took out his Small Furnace and started alchemy to heal her. Although her internal injuries had been temporarily stabilized, the imnse pain caused by her damaged ridians was still tornting her relentlessly.
"The young master knows how to craft elixirs?"
Lin Bozhong, standing outside the door, looked on with so surprise at Fang Ren's practiced movents. He had only heard that the young master was the third worst student in his school and couldn't even grasp the fundantal theories.
"I just have a rudintary understanding," Fang Ren casually replied to him.
As he spoke, he continuously searched his room for the hidden herbs, tossing them one after another into the Small Furnace.
Lin Bozhong, watching from the doorway, was dumbfounded; alchemy wasn't this hurried—a different degree of condensation was required for each herb, and tossing them all in at once like that wouldn't result in any pills forming.
"Young master, perhaps I should help you with the alchemy," Lin Bozhong suggested.
Too engrossed in his task, Fang Ren didn't pay attention to what he said and suddenly furrowed his brow, "Damn! How could there be no Yao Guangye?"
"This thing? This old man happens to carry so small dicinal herbs with him, and I do have Yao Guangye," Lin Bozhong said as he touched a small bundle at his chest.
"You're a lifesaver, hand it over quickly."
"Alright, I'll get it now."
Throwing the Yao Guangye directly into the furnace, Fang Ren then began to prepare Cold Fire and more water on the side. This ti, he still planned to use his unique thod to speed up the elixir crafting process.
Lin Bozhong entered the room and sat beside the Small Furnace with a worried expression. No matter how he looked at it, he thought the young master was just wasting herbs and that it was impossible to create an elixir this way.
Moreover, Mada Xuan suffered severe injuries that led to the severing of her ridians. To stabilize her ridians and erase her pain, a Three-level pill was at least needed, so how could a student who couldn't even learn the theory possibly craft one?
However, Lin Bozhong didn't say anything more, just watching with a frown as Fang Ren crafted the elixir, ready to assist once the young master failed.
A few minutes later, Fang Ren imdiately changed the fla at the bottom of the furnace to Cold Fire and poured in a large amount of the water he had prepared earlier.
"Young master... with so much water and the use of Cold Fire, even if we burn till tomorrow, no elixir will co out," Lin Bozhong lanted with helplessness.
Fang Ren put down what he was doing and looked at him, "Don't worry about it. You saved my life today, and the dicinal herbs you provided were a great help. I appreciate it, but for now, I still can't fully trust you. I hope you wouldn't mind stepping outside for a mont."
He definitely couldn't let others witness the special process of crafting a Three-level pill, and since he still didn't have a clear understanding of what kind of person Lin Bozhong was, it was better to expose as little as possible.
"Fine, the old man will just take care of the two bodies in the courtyard." Saying this, Lin Bozhong left the room and closed the door behind him.
Seeing him leave, Fang Ren imdiately turned up the Cold Fire. Although the elixir crafting process was too rapid and might not yield the original potency, it could still stabilize the ridians within Mu Huiqing's body and eliminate her pain.
Within minutes, Fang Ren imdiately retrieved a White Pill from the water and placed it into Mu Huiqing's mouth.
It had to be said, a Three-level pill was remarkable, utterly different from lower-level ones—it lted upon entry into the mouth, not requiring the person to consciously swallow it.
"Young master, did you just succeed?" Lin Bozhong's voice ca from outside the door.
Upon hearing his voice, a shiver went down Fang Ren's spine; this man could actually discern the birth of an elixir by its aura, which was indeed frightening.
Holding his Small Furnace, Fang Ren opened the door and, seeing Lin Bozhong's astonished face outside, he said, "Yes, I've administered it."
"Ah?"
Lin Bozhong stared blankly at the Small Furnace in his hands and then at him, his mind filled with confusion. Such a thod of elixir crafting should have made it impossible to condense into a pill—how could it possibly have been successful? And a Three-level pill at that?
Could it be that the young master wasn't as simple as he claid to be?
This left Lin Bozhong with a profound doubt.
"How many people from the Fang Family ca this ti?" Fang Ren asked.
"It should be just those two," Lin Bozhong replied. "They didn't dare act earlier because Shang Han was here. Now that Shang Han has left, they must have wanted to ti their attack to kill the young master, thinking there are no strong protectors around you at the mont.
Sending only two people would avoid drawing attention; sending more would be conspicuous."
"You've been secretly observing for several days?" Fang Ren asked.
"Actually, I haven't been scrutinizing your movents, young master. Each ti you go out, I make sure to check the surroundings for potential dangers ahead of ti, waiting at a distance of a thousand ters once no one from the Fang Family's right faction is seen.
I haven't been following or investigating your actions," Lin Bozhong explained.
"That's good then."
Fang Ren nodded, feeling that the old man's words were most likely true. After all, it was during their ti at Jiulong Mountain that he had crippled Wang Shuai, yet the old man had been completely unaware.
If the old man had known that he was capable of cultivation, he wouldn't have appeared imdiately when the two people attacked earlier; he would have certainly observed his actual strength first, stepping in to protect him only if he found him incapable of resisting the assailants.
The old man took out a yellow talisman paper from his bag and said, "Young Master, if you encounter any danger at school, just tear this talisman, and I will be at your side in no ti to ensure your safety."
"Alright." Fang Ren took the yellow talisman paper from the old man's hands.
"Then I shall take my leave. Rember to carry this talisman with you at all tis."
Lin Bozhong bowed and, as he did, a white, transparent True Qi emanated from his body, and he flew out the window of the small corridor.
Fang Ren returned to his room and carefully inspected the talisman paper, only to find it was a regular signal talisman with no other marks or ans to monitor him.
It seed the old man was simply there to ensure his safety.
He peered out at the courtyard below, now cleared of bloodstains, and glanced at the small iron door, pulled out from the wall and lying on the ground.
Fang Ren then drew the curtains, grabbed a towel to wipe the blood from Mu Huanqing's mouth, washed her feet for her, and lastly settled in bed after a quick tidy-up of himself.
The events of the evening left him tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
To think that he was the eldest son of the Tianjiang Fang Family was sothing he couldn't quite co to terms with.
The thought that he lost both parents had taken deep root in his mind from a young age, and now, suddenly, he had relatives from a major family erge. Moreover, his own uncle had sent soone to kill him tonight; this sort of experience would be hard for anyone to accept in the mont.
What's more absurd was that he had been stripped of his Spiritual Root at birth; instantly transforming him from a cultivator with boundless potential into a re mortal. His parents, fearing he would suffer from others' disdain, had sent him away from the major family.
For 22 years, no one had ntioned these matters to him.
Even more outrageous was the fact that he was bound by a childhood marriage contract, and the girl was none other than the princess of the greatest Tianjiang family on Earth.
He rembered the Tianjiang princess's na seed to be Bai Qi, the only human on Earth with two Spiritual Roots and extraordinary cultivation talent. Currently, she was regarded by everyone as the strongest human for the next fifty years.
He was absolutely vexed. Why did all these ridiculous things have to happen to him?
Whether he had Spiritual Roots or not, Fang Ren didn't care much by now; after all, life with Sister Hui Qing was incredibly happy. But why on Earth did they have to set up that marriage contract in the first place?
The Tianjiang princess had nothing to do with him. In the 22 years of his life, he had never seen her, nor had she co to visit her fiancé. Just because of her, his life was in jeopardy, and that infuriated him.
There was no relationship between them; did he really deserve to have his head hunted every day without rhy or reason?
The more he thought, the more displeased he beca. If one day he t Bai Qi, he was certain he'd break it off with her.
Tianjiang princess? The strongest human for the next fifty years? What nonsense, what does that have to do with him?
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At this mont, in the central hospital of Yangming City, Wang Shuai, wrapped in bandages and fixed in a support fra, lay in a coma on the hospital bed, with a circle of Wang Family mbers standing around.
A well-dressed woman sobbed uncontrollably by the bed, complaining incessantly at the man beside her, "Our son has been beaten into a vegetative state and you can't even catch the culprit!"
"You think I don't want to catch the culprit?" A man with a beer belly roared angrily, "If only I knew who did it, I would have them arrested right away!"
Among those in the ward stood a familiar figure, evidently another mber of the Wang Family, Wang Cang. His face was seething with fury, and he cursed without pause—Wang Shuai was his younger brother, and he shared his father's thoughts as his brother had been reduced to a vegetative state.
"We must find that Nightfall Organization!" shouted Wang Cang in anger.
At the ntion of the Nightfall Organization, the room suddenly beca much quieter.
With an angry yet apprehensive deanor, the Chief of the Public Security Bureau, Wang Baidai, was aware that the case hadn't yet led to the culprit, and as chief, he was in charge of the investigation.
But now his son truly had beco a vegetable, and the Nightfall Organization's warning had been extre. He could not forgive those people; he had to locate the Nightfall Organization and eradicate it completely!
Especially the person who had put his son in this state—he would make sure they suffered a fate worse than death!
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